The Indian Queen

by John Dryden and Robert Howard

Act I

BOY

Wake, Quivera, wake, our soft rest must cease,

And fly together with our country's peace;

No more must we sleep under plantain's shade,

Which neither heat could pierce nor cold invade;

Where bounteous nature never feels decay,

And opening buds drive falling fruits away.

GIRL

Why should men quarrel here, where all possess

As much as they can hope for by success?

None can have most where nature is so kind

As to exceed man's use, though not his mind.

BOY

By ancient prophecy we have been told,

Our land shall be subdu'd by one more old;

And see that world already hither come.

GIRL, BOY

If these be they we welcome then our doom.

BOY

Their looks are such that mercy flows from hence,

More gentle than our native innocence;

By their protection let us beg to live:

They come not here to conquer, but forgive.

GIRL, BOY

If so your goodness may your power express,

And we shall judge both best by our success.

Act II

FAME AND CHORUS

I come to sing great Zempoalla's story

Whose beauteous sight so charming bright

Outshines the lustre of glory.

We come to sing great Zempoalla's story

Whose beauteous sight so charming bright

Outshines the lustre of glory.

ENVY AND TWO FOLLOWERS

What flattering noise is this,

At which my snakes all hiss?

I hate to see fond tongues advance

High as the Gods the slaves of chance.

What flattering noise is this,

At which my snakes all hiss?

FAME

Scorn'd Envy, here's nothing that thou canst blast:

Her glories are too bright to be o'ercast.

ENVY

I fly from the place where flattery reigns,

See, see those might things that before

Such slaves like gods did adore

Condemn'd and unpitied in chains.

I fly from the place where flattery reigns.

I hate to see fond tongues advance

High as the Gods the slaves of chance.

What flattering noise is this,

At which my snakes all hiss?

FAME

Begone, curst fiends of Hell,

Sink down, where noisome vapours dwell,

While I her triumph sound,

To fill the universe around.

FAME AND CHORUS

I come to sing great Zempoalla's story

Whose beauteous sight so charming bright

Outshines the lustre of glory.

We come to sing great Zempoalla's story

Whose beauteous sight so charming bright

Outshines the lustre of glory.

Act III

ISMERON

Ye twice ten hundred deities

To whom we daily sacrifice,

Ye pow'rs that dwell with fates below

And see what men are doom'd to do,

Where elements in discord dwell:

Thou god of sleep arise and tell

Great Zempoalla what strange fate

Must on her dismal vision wait.

By the croaking of the toad

In their caves that make abode,

Earthy dun that pants for breath

With her swell'd sides full of death,

By the crested adders' pride

That along the cliffs do glide,

By thy visage fierce and black,

By the death's head on thy back,

By the twisted serpents plac'd

For a girdle round thy waist,

By the hearts of gold that deck

Thy breast, thy shoulders and thy neck,

From thy sleeping mansion rise

And open thy unwilling eyes,

While bubbling springs their music keep,

That used to lull thee in thy sleep.

GOD OF DREAMS

Seek not to know what must not be reveal'd,

Joys only flow when hate is most conceal'd.

Too busy man would find his sorrows more

If future fortunes he should know before;

For by that knowledge of his destiny

He would not live at all but always die.

Enquire not then who shall from bonds be freed,

Who'tis shall wear a crown and who shall bleed.

All must submit to their appointed doom,

Fate and misfortune will too quickly come.

Let me no more with powerful charms be press'd

I am forbid by fate to tell the rest.

AERIAL SPIRITS

Ah, how happy are we!

From human passions free.

Ah, how happy are we!

Those wild tenants of the breast,

No, never can disturb our rest.

Ah, how happy are we!

Yet we pity tender souls

Whom the tyrant of love controls,

Ah, how happy are we,

From human passions free!

We the spirits of the air

That of human things take care,

Out of pity now descend

To forewarn what woes attend.

Greatness clogg'd with scorn decays,

With the slave no empire stays.

We the spirits of the air

That of human things take care,

Out of pity now descend

To forewarn what woes attend.

Cease to languish the in vain

Since never to be loved again.

We the spirits of the air

That of human things take care,

Out of pity now descend

To forewarn what woes attend.

SOPRANO SOLO

I attempt from love's sickness to fly in vain,

Since I am myself my own fever and pain.

No more now, fond heart, with pride no more swell;

Thou canst not raise forces enough to rebel.

I attempt from love's sickness to fly in vain,

Since I am myself my own fever and pain.

For love has more power and less mercy than fate,

To make us seek ruin and love those that hate.

I attempt from love's sickness to fly in vain,

Since I am myself my own fever and pain.

Act IV

ORAZIA

They tell us that your might powers above

Make perfect your joys and your blessings by love,

Ah! Why do you suffer the blessing that's there

To give a poor lover such a sad torments here?

Yet though for my passion such grief I endure,

My love shall like yours still be constant and pure.

To suffer for him gives an ease to my pains;

There's joy in my grief and there's freedom in chains.

If I were divine he cou'd love me no more,

And I in return my adorer adore,

O, let his dear life then, kind gods, be your care,

For I in your blessing have no other share.

Act V

CHORUS

While thus we bow before your shrine,

That you may hear great pow'rs divine,

All living things shall in your praises join.

HIGH PRIEST

You who at the altar stand

Waiting for the dread command

The fatal word shall soon be heard,

Answer then, is all prepared?

CHORUS

All's prepared.

HIGH PRIEST

Let all unallow'd souls begone

Before our sacred rites come on.

Take care that this be also done.

CHORUS

All is done.

HIGH PRIEST

Now in procession walk along

And then begin your solemn song.

CHORUS

All dismal sounds thus on these off'rings wait,

Your pow'r shown by their untimely fate;

While by such various fates we learn to know,

There's nothing, no, nothing to be trusted here below.